From the ripe ol’ age of 15 I was slapped with a worker’s permit, along with a uniform and union wage at the end of a check out line at our local grocery store bagging groceries. The moment I could work, I was put to work. This actually started earlier than 15 with...

Adjectives are thrown at us from the moment we arrive on this earth. Even as an infant, you may be labeled as “strong-willed”, “easy”, “challenging”, “happy”, or “man, she’s got a temper on her!” Many joke and find ways to make this baby appear to be as real of a...

Comparison is a bastard when it comes to motherhood. We’re rarely comparing to become better; we’re comparing and feeling like shit about ourselves. Yes, there are times when I’m scrolling, reading, or observing other women and become inspired to be a better version...

What a glorious time it was being single, making my own money, not a care in the world other than paying the bills and showing up for work the next morning after a late night out. The only person I had to take care of was myself and boy did I dedicate time for me....

From the ripe ol’ age of 15 I was slapped with a worker’s permit, along with a uniform and union wage at the end of a check out line at our local grocery store bagging groceries. The moment I could work, I was put to work. This actually started earlier than 15 with...

This isn’t meant to be a rant about how social media is evil, we need to destroy our accounts, or bash it to every parent we interact with. I have found so many positives in social media that I cannot discount nor discredit how it’s helped me become the mother I am....